The technical gibberish flies right over her head, but she understands losing friends (both human and animal) well enough. She's been paying closer attention to the People in the square than the humans, but she hasn't seen any dogs matching his description--none that weren't already with their masters or mistresses, anyway. Daine shakes her head again, now feeling a good bit more sympathetic than exasperated. She wishes she could be of more help.

Then again, she could help him--help him look for his dogs, at least. She'd be better at that than finding a two-legger. Rocking back and forth on her feet, she considers her options. If any of his friends did get scooped up by the rift, they might have wound up at the park. That's where she landed, after all. It'd just be a question of getting him there.